Mistress Katjas Clips & Pictures - 08-007 - Facesitting under my worn jeans (WMV - HQ - High Definition)

Feeling confident and powerful, I stride into the room where my pathetic little slave is waiting for me. He's on all fours, his head bowed in submission, as he catches a whiff of my scent coming off of my worn jeans. This pathetic excuse for a human being does this every single time he gets the chance - he can't help himself when it comes to my smell. I've made it clear to him that he isn't allowed to touch me, but he still finds any excuse he can to get his nose as close as possible to my skin. Well, today I've decided to teach him a lesson. I kick off my shoes and walk towards him, making sure I'm close enough for him to really take in my scent. He moans softly, his body shuddering in anticipation.

I stick a foot out behind me and hook it behind one of his legs, bringing him crashing down onto his back. He gasps for air, trying to catch his breath as he stares up at me in terror. I stand over him, grinning wickedly as I unbutton my jeans and pull them down just enough to expose the worn-out fabric at the bottom. "Suck it up, slave," I hiss menacingly, pointing down at the patch of fabric. "That's what you've been dreaming about all this time, isn't it?" I laugh cruelly as he hesitates, clearly torn between fear and desire.

With a flick of my wrist, I yank him forward by the hair until his face is just inches away from my crotch. "Go on," I whisper seductively, my voice dripping with venom. "Taste it. You know you want to." Slowly, I feel his hot breath brushing against the worn fabric of my jeans, and I cannot help but feel a surge of satisfaction. This pathetic little human being, who I hold all the power over, is reduced to nothing more than a mindless slave, willing to do anything to please me – even if that means inhaling my scent through my jeans.

Tilting my hips back slightly, I tantalize him by offering a glimpse of my barely-there panties underneath. His tongue darts out instinctively, attempting to trace the outline of the fabric, but I push him away, chuckling darkly. "Not yet, slave," I hiss. "You haven't earned the right."

In one swift movement, I wrap my hand in his hair and yank his head back, forcing him to look into my eyes. There is a burning intensity in his gaze that tells me he's both terrified and completely aroused by what I'm about to do. "You're going to sit on my face," I say calmly, almost boredly. "And you're going to smell my jeans through my panties while I do it." I pause, savoring the look of sheer horror that crosses his face. "Because that's what you've been begging for since the moment you saw me, isn't it?"

His reply is a low, desperate moan that sends shivers down my spine. Without another word, I straddle his chest, my sweaty thighs clinging invitingly to his face. With one hand, I grip the waistband of my jeans and slide them down, inch by agonizing inch, over my firm ass and perky pink pussy that remain hidden beneath the fabric. My other hand reaches behind me, fingers delving into the moist heat between my legs as I slowly lower myself onto his face. The ecstatic whimper that escapes him sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me as I feel him suckling on my clit through my panties.

With my free hand, I grab a fistful of his hair and push his face deeper into the fabric of my jeans. His breathing becomes ragged as he tries to catch a glimpse of my bare pussy, but I keep it well hidden within the confines of my tight-fitting jeans. Sensing his mounting desperation, I lean forward slightly, pressing my bound breasts against his chest as I savor the feeling of his warm mouth and tongue lapping at the barely-there fabric. I can feel the wet spots beginning to form on the inseam of my jeans, thanks to his devoted tongue attacks on my pussy through the fabric.

As he reaches his limit, I pull my jeans up once again and glare down at him, disappointed yet still strangely aroused by his devotion. "Suck it up, slave," I growl, my voice husky with desire and power. "Because if you think this is the last time you're going to get a taste of me through my jeans, you've got another thing coming." His pleading gaze makes my heart race as he begs for more, promising to do anything I ask if only he can have another taste of my scent. The thought of controlling this weak, pathetic human being with nothing more than my scent is enough to send me over the edge. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I shove his face back into the fabric of my jeans and enjoy the sweet sensation of his tongue lapping at my pussy through the fabric once again.

As he continues to worship my crotch through my jeans, I lean back against the wall, one hand clutching at the worn fabric for support. My entire body tingles with anticipation as I imagine what other dirty things I can make him do with my scent. The power I hold over him is intoxicating, and I know that as long as I keep him under my control with my scent, he will be mine forever. This realization fills me with a sense of euphoria that rivals any orgasm I could ever experience, and I know that I will never tire of toying with his desires and making him beg for more.